Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Dear Creighton The Anamnesis and the spirit of 07/12/2003

 THE SHEPHERD SONG

THE COMMUNICATOR
THE ROMEO AND JULIET SYNDROME CONTINUE

The Anamnesis and the spirit of 07/12/2003

-When I took that killing tool Dear Creighton and released it so happily at securing our romantic future did its cold, pitiless projectile directly prick my foreskin. This blood, substance and truly I kid you not I yet hear, seemingly with ceaseless peril the hacking, cracking and sawing of that defensive skeleton releasing out of its skillful carcass what I’d labored life and living for twenty plus one years. 

-Then Creighton the fantastic, this literally indescribable, it was as though I was a caged bird being set free at soaring into the unknown yonder, yes wild, yes free and at a serenity dear one. For a certainty, an even more miraculous thing, I wasn’t alone, they were as birds themselves.
Yes, by the thousands themselves. Yes all flocking toward this hospitable weightless-ness, this divine worthiness of songs, voices and tall tales. 

-When dear Creighton just as abruptly a heaviness took place, a swelling vulgar ness. Truly a loutish even boorish spasm as one is to instead clip said wings and you’re not just falling but you’re being abducted and confiscated, consumed skin from skin, blood from blood, as so spirit and soul from spirit and soul. It’s there Dear Creighton the great, glorious light upon which you’re to abide as this unthinkable tranquility that seem now only an arm length away. 

-Ok stretching, extending hands and spread out fingers away grow all the more dim, dark and soon a black void. You could swear Dear Creighton you’re screaming your loudest scream, that you’re fighting your most urgent fight, as so is there this irritating, drilling and soul altering outcry at trying to rewind it all, have a change of heart. Then this resounding indistinctness Creighton, yes this escalating imprecision, this stripper of all things being human and you’re beyond lifelessness, you’re disaster-prone.

And He Became A Living Soul, He Became Adam, He Became Eve, He Became Espoused -My most recent American horror story is the startling fact not only is it heart breaking that most members of armed forces commit suicide, for some odd reason are their loved ones as well struck heart grippingly with this mental form for debilitation of worthlessness to hopelessness to utter despair. Doing a lyric of Selah, as they’re describing Christians , who are as well the persecution church in America and around the world, those hated for the righteousness they upheld despite the trial, horror even bouts of martyrdom. Therein is said, mention, how, we the Saints in waiting are desperate in this place, a place otherwise forsaken by the Creator God who hath them, if it wasn’t for Christ’s Cross, His Holy Spirit joining in and of course that one the lest celebrated as is her bridegroom, Jesus, the Bride, truly soon to ascend.  

-Let look at the word, desperation, when I consider this word, and yes we’re all brought to this wilderness of unreachable peace and calm, and bouts feeling completely lowly, the damsel in the distress both the female and the man, but until such the match is made, we’re admonished to trust, delight and commit and thus wait on him, the only God who hath and can thus resolve this man. It been years now, when Holy Spirit like a john the beloved being shown the apostate mother over all the earth that has nothing but man but epidemic of holocaust constantly proven. 
-I too was shown a curious thing, how this inconceivable delusion began, this supposedly American Dream, dream being the primary, but whose dream or whose dreaming and for how long now and do they realize how many people have died, how many are dying as I write, with billions yet set in this kaleidoscope regarding the taking of life, and even here is mystery, mankind born sin and death, meaning the only thing of value, America, the west nothing but a satanic form of predatory lending, it is then one’s one immortal thing, the soul.
-I know it seem insignificant, but one Elohim shaped man into a likeness of his imagine, he gave him a miraculous things, when He breath his own immortality into him, this first ever Adam, now a living Soul, so death is the curse, so even if you kill yourself, you can’t escape death, it is appointed to all to die, that is cursed brought upon all that is life, so like SHRINKS told this person long ago, there is no such thing as taking your life, the flesh goes back to the earth, the spirit back to God, but the soul , only God himself can resolve and have resolved, you’ve laid aside the inevitable, that’s all, I just don’t want to think about it, the immortal that morals forgot, Jesus Christ, the immortal, that mortals forgot, Jesus Christ..... 

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